Chapter Thirty-Four: Sudden Descent

  The world may be big, but the Mediterranean is small, and the grass market is even smaller! The events of last night have only just passed eight hours, yet they've spread like wildfire throughout the city. And it's said that something incredible happened at the Tianze Garden Club, a major event that has caught the attention of the entire world: a brutal high-stakes gamble, where one guy bet 600 million US dollars against the wealthy elite of Zhonghai and won 3 billion!

  That guy's brutal killing was too fierce, and even the soul of a tiger was pulled out. More than 100 rich people witnessed it with their own eyes. One person was directly carried out on a stretcher, and three others were so shocked that they fainted! This is not all, twenty young masters from wealthy families went to the emergency room this morning!

  What's San Yuan? It's a psychiatric hospital in Zhonghai City! Who can withstand that kind of stimulation?

  "Hah! Shen Qingyang, did you believe it?" Madame Yu leaned back on the pure white fox fur cushion, her legs crossed, a dignified smile hanging on her face.

  Shen Qingyang's face twisted in distress, unsure of what to say.

  "Got any fart? Let it out!" San Ye's mouth was stuffed with couple's lung slices, and his mouth was drooling.

  "Third Master, I don't believe it!"

  "Why don't you believe me? I already believed you, why don't you believe me? Speak up!"

  Grass! Shen Qingyang stabilized his emotions: "I also heard rumors, what Madame Yu just said was not what I saw with my own eyes, so..."

  "Haha!" San Ye suddenly stopped moving his mouth, and stood up abruptly. He reached out to touch Yu Furen's fragrant shoulder, but she slightly shifted her body, and his hairy hand only brushed against the edge. It was estimated that if this hand had "touched" the tender skin, Yu Furen would have seen blood!

  "You don't believe? I've never heard of anyone not believing this before! Tell me more!" San Ye stood in front of Shen Qingyang with his hands on his hips, and the cigar in his hand was lit by a younger brother.

  Shen Qingyang didn't retreat, what a joke, behind him was a mountain wall!

  "Third Master, it's said that last night's slaughter wasn't done by a tiger, but by a leopon!"

  "Really? Haha... haha! Did Madam Yu hear that, it's a Tibetan Mastiff!" Third Master's face was full of wrinkles, if they weren't on his face, they would probably be able to whip up a bloody mess in Mao Blood Wang's bowl!

  "Kitchen, what's a dog? The meat is delicious!" San Ye said and glared at the bodyguard next to him. That guy immediately grabbed a stool, wiped it clean carefully, and placed it under San Ye's buttocks.

  "Ha ha! Third Master, that thing is very precious, how can you eat it?!"

  "Is it precious? Even if it's precious, is a golden dog worth less than a white dog from a noble family?"

  Madam Yu's eyes turned sharp and stern, Shen Qingyang naturally caught the change in her eyes, that kind of woman's boundless hatred!

  "That thing that White Dog has is indeed very precious, but yesterday when I went for a walk with Bai Xue, I didn't see it. In the past, it was always raised by Dog Shao in the horse farm!"

  Is that the white dog? White Snow's brother? Shen Qingyang's face looked a bit unsightly, that thing should be the Tibetan Mastiff from last night! Ah, wasn't the Interpol person in the oval-shaped private room last night named Bai Lu? Crap...

  Third Master had his legs crossed and was facing Shen Qingyang. This guy must be here to have a heart-to-heart talk with himself, right? Shen Qingyang leaned against the wall, thinking about how to respond!

  "Fat chef, let me see your hands!"

  Shen Qingyang's hands were special, especially his right hand! People who had held guns had calluses on their right hands, especially on their index and middle fingers, but Shen Qingyang's right hand was very clean, with only a slight thickening of the skin on the palmar surface.

  Third Master looked at him without saying a word, but instead took another look at Shen Qingyang's face: "How come your kid's face is so ugly? Your cheeks have two more pieces of fat!"

  What's with the "extra" two pieces of meat? Shen Qingyang involuntarily touched his cheek, and those two "pieces of meat" were still there, it seemed that his disguise skills were still pretty good.

  "Third Master, don't scare people, I'm just a chef!" Madame Yu smiled and sipped a mouthful of red wine, joking: "Is the meat stuck on?"

  Whoever it is, facing such an interrogative conversation would feel disgusted! Shen Qingyang was no exception, the fire in his heart had long been ignited and was stuck in his throat, just not vented yet!

  No fierce flames, but cold air can still seep out! Shen Qingyang's hand grasped the chef's hat, his face suddenly turned cold and stern, with a slow-chilling gaze that was not bright, but gradually darkened, becoming much deeper, like an ancient well, with no visible bottom.

  "Don't move!" A loud shout came from behind the small bodyguard. Shen Qingyang's body didn't move, but his face turned towards the back, a fierce aura bursting out of his eyes. To say nothing of these small security guards' pretentiousness, they were actually just pretending to be tough, trying to intimidate some petty thugs, but compared to Shen Qingyang, they were simply insignificant!

  The bodyguard never thought Shen Qingyang would turn back, and even more didn't think that this kid's eyes would be so terrifying! His small face was suddenly scared pale, his mouth formed an "O" shape, and he stood there frozen in place.

  "Haha! Third Master, the brothers by your side... aren't feeling well?" Shen Qingyang turned his head back, a silly smile on his face, as if he had never had any murderous intent.

  Third Master leaned against the chair, saying nothing.

  "This guy... you're not used to it?" The bodyguard behind San Ye had a cold expression on his face, and he was holding a black short knife in his hand.

  "Haha!" Shen Qingyang still smiled foolishly, having killed countless people, these few were not even worth a few minutes of effort. Madame Yu now didn't look as pleasing to the eye as before, and the third master in front of her was even more so, a complete underworld thug, with a physique that seemed somewhat fierce.

  "I'm a chef, I don't have any habits or not!" Shen Qingyang's mouth curved downward slightly, revealing a shallow smile: "It's just that the distinguished guests are a bit unaccustomed to it, right? Having eaten all sorts of delicacies from mountains and seas, this Sichuan dish is quite spicy!"

  "Haha! I love listening to this master's words. Which of you doesn't know that authentic Sichuan cuisine is spicy? Not only that, some are even numbingly spicy!"

  "Guest face" ignored Mrs. Yu, with a chill in her eyes, her sinister gaze almost devouring Shen Qingyang. This kind of gaze Shen Qingyang had seen many times - it was when the underworld fought each other, talking to each other, cursing each other, tearing at each other, until they were covered in blood!

  "The shop is small and the profits are thin, my culinary skills are average. If any of you feel that the dishes are not up to par, consider this meal on me... the big road leads to heaven..."

  What's the next sentence? Shen Qingyang suddenly remembered that San Ye had also rewarded himself with one million US dollars! He took out the jade card from his pocket and flashed it in front of San Ye without saying a word, and the card disappeared into thin air in Shen Qingyang's hand!

  What's that in his hand? No way, it just flashed for a moment! What kind of kung fu is this? Hitting a cow out of thin air? Where did the cow come from?

  Only the "hanging guest face" on San Ye's back forehead appeared with fine sweat, and his originally arrogant eyes were now full of cunning, his eyeballs almost became glass balls, due to the lack of black pupils.

  "Slap! Slap!" Two crisp sounds, "Diao Ke Lian" flew out!

  "Damn it, are you tired of living? Come on, reward!" San Ye jumped up from the chair and two slaps sent "Diao Ke Lian" under the table. Immediately, two bodyguards came to escort "Diao Ke Lian" out.

  Third Master strode back to his seat with a terrible look on his face, raised his head and took a big swig of white wine: "Madam Yu, today was well worth it! Brother, come over!"

  Everyone was stunned! When did San Ye ever do this? You never had it before! Did you see the bodyguard who was just slapped by him? They've been with him for ten years! Damn, ten years, all wasted...

  Shen Qingyang smiled humbly: "Third Master, you are an honored guest, our humble shop..."

  "Hurry up! Don't be so troublesome, I can eat you!"

  He's ugly and has a rough mouth, but Shen Qingyang likes him! How to deal with the underworld? Shen Qingyang had no experience, just doing it his own way!

  Madam Yu remained unmoved, gazing calmly at the dishes on the table, seemingly lost in thought but smiling silently.

  "Did you see? He is my brother, just him, fat chef!"

  These bodyguards were all expressionless, standing upright like signposts in their respective positions. Before long, the security guard who had just gone out came back to report: "Third Master!"

  "Are you done giving out rewards?"

  "It's done!"

  "What about him?"

  “……”

  Damn! What kind of people are these? Shen Qingyang couldn't help but sneer: "Brother, give this to him and tell Fat Chef that I'm being rude!" Shen Qingyang pulled out a jade card from his pocket and threw it at the bodyguard, then calmly walked over to the table.

  Everyone was stunned! A jade card, one million US dollars! He would never see that much money in his lifetime, and he actually gave it away as a gift! Damn it, people are just too different, it's infuriating! Why didn't I scold him a few times earlier...

  "Third Master, the dishes are cold, let me heat them up for you!" Shen Qingyang said with a low smile.

  Third Master waved his hand and said, "What's the point of this? All of you get out of here, I want to have a chat with my brother!

  Everyone quickly left, and there were only three people left in the house.

  "Madam Jade, is it intentional that you've invited Mr. Xu to the treasure land today?" Third Master rubbed his bald head, his face twitching with excitement.

  "Hmph! You're the one who said that! You're the one who eats authentic Sichuan cuisine, you're the one who interrogates others' masters, you're the one who beats your own people, and you're still the one who calls others 'brothers'!"

  "Madam Yu, Third Master is a man of temperament, hard to come by in this life!" Shen Qingyang never flattered people, especially not these social dregs!

  But this is also what Shen Qingyang has in mind! A person who can yield and stretch may not become a great talent, but he must achieve great things!

  "Can I not take to heart the restaurant recommended by my sister Bai Xue? Fortunately, it's a coincidence that you're here today, and San Ye is willing to give me face!" Madame Yu took a small sip of red wine and said: "San Ye, how should you thank me?"

  "Don't mention that little jinx again, madam!"

  Xu San Ye? ! Shen Qingyang stood in front of the table one meter away, leaning forward slightly, listening carefully to the conversation between the two.

  The bodyguards outside are all depressed to death: How can this Xu Zhizi be like a fool? He changes his face as soon as he speaks, and his mood is unpredictable! However, they have already adapted, "hanging guest faces" being supported by people, their faces have been beaten into deformity, not hitting is not good, San Ye said "reward", what kind of occasion should be divided!

  Moreover, you know who in here might report at any time!

  "You're closest to San Ye, have you seen what tricks that little brat is using?"

  "No way! Then I saw that little brat pull out a card and Third Master was done for!"

  "What card?"

  "Emerald green, with golden light shining through..."

  "Is it his damn yellow card or gold card?"

  "Is it gold?"

  "What else?"

  "Yellow? Your mom, I don't dare look..."

  Shen Qingyang indeed took out a card, golden in color. Originally, he wanted to take out the jade card and return the money to them, so that he could also be more confident. Unfortunately... The key is unfortunate - he took out the dragon-patterned gold card!

  What happened later was beyond Shen Qingyang's expectation, San Ye beat his personal bodyguard and called himself a brother. There was no way out, so he had to make the jade card cheaper for that kid - actually, this is how things should be done, it has to be done like this - this is giving San Ye an excuse!